time takes it's damn time
Leaving his maiden
he rose to the sky
Returning in splendors
to earth he did fly
Subject to presence
too brilliant to face
Another had killed passion's grace'philosophy of winning' with alex went very well in the end. walked out with a smile on my face. and then there's that other, contagious joy that the ice cappuccino brought.hmmm. never have i seen so many zeroes before."as futile assweeping leaves in a
swirling breeze"
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